No no no it's you
that loves no more
You had him a puppet bouncing
end on end
on your G-string bungee
No no no it's you
that loves no more
You let go of the rubber cord
and bashed his head
against the macadam
No no no it's you
that loves no more
‘Cause the old scoundrel
is now a gooey wet noodle
twining in your pasta
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